Location: Great Harbor Peter, BVIs
An early awakening indeed, at five o’clock am to resume my watch post during our return to the B.V.I., from the mystical island of Saba. As night melted into the soft light of morning, a slight melancholy hung in the air as we approached our destination; this would mark the end of the last true voyage we would undertake on our now beloved Ocean Star. Sighting the Baths (named thusly for various disputed reasons) brought forth an atmosphere of exuberance and jocularity among the crew as we sauntered up to the mooring. We took our MTE exams (the results of which are yet to be revealed), luncheoned on noodles and bean soup, and presently were ferried to the Baths by our fearless leader Captain Dan for an all-too-brief visitation consisting of splashing around in the various caves and pools, climbing rocks, and basking in the cool blue-green waters (a personal highlight of the trip’s observations). An hour and a half later we hoisted anchor and set off for Salt Island; a short jaunt to a rather famous (or infamous) dive site. The 300 ft. RMS Rhone met its end during a hurricane in 1867. A very popular wreck dive considered to be one of the finest in the Caribbean. As we descended deep into the murky depths clarity was restored to us upon reaching the bottom. The exploration of the sunken vessel was of both majestic and eerie quality as many of the passengers were lost to the depths upon its sinking. Everywhere teemed with life of all color and variety; tiny minnows cycloned in massive schools, large puffer-fish swam idly by, surfaces everywhere were covered by a multitude of spongy outgrowths. Rumours circulate of ghosts and spirits though I felt no paranormalaties while below. Back aboard, we again hoisted anchor bound once more for Great Harbour Peter, which was the secluded little place of our first anchorage at the dawn of our salty voyage. We feasted on a hearty Mexican buffet, a culinary cornucopia if you will, provided by our dedicated daily chefs. Following a hasty clean-up we witnessed a nostalgic documentation of our exploits of the last 20 days in the form of a slideshow compiled by our lovely galley-master Leah. A bittersweet story was recited by our Captain, which served as a precursor to the night’s final activity. Twenty cards were handed out to each for the purpose of a kind of memorabilia. Each crew member is to write a heartfelt note of a positive or complementary nature to every other crew member, which I find to be a most appropriate end to our journey. Tomorrow we motor a short distance to Soper’s Hole, West End where, inevitably, we must depart back to whence we came; to our various residencies. It has been a journey of rememberance, and I will carry the events in my mind to the end of my days.
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